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"Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these." Luke 12:27 (NIV)

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Tuesday Twitterings

Why do we shout at the kiddies? It's a mostly serious question. Do we believe that by raising our voice a notch or two we can cower them into submission? Or are we just downright desperate... feeling at the end of one's tether, groping around for non-existent solutions? So we revert to our primal instincts to throw an adult tantrum?
Clearly shouting is a form of emotion-based parenting. A tacit appeal to their emotions or their savage nature (wherever it's hiding). Instilling fear is the ultimate goal. The logic, in my experience, goes something like this: Well, if you kids think you can get away with this and that naughty thing, you have another thing coming. Mummy is going to raise her voice like the Scooby Doo fake monster and scare the wits out of you. Mummy will strike fear in your hearts. Fear will grip you and you will never, never, ever do that naughty thing again.

Except of course, they do it again and again and again. And worse still they learn how to shout the Mummy Way. 'Cause it comes back to bite... hard... 'Cause children are echo chambers...

But one thing you'll never catch me doing is pleading with the children... no siree... That would be sinking to new depths. Even I, with my lack of constancy, have standards.

That's what I liked about Setting Limits... it laid out so explicitly what parents need to do to take control and set up boundaries without having to sound like a punk rock band. Lots of great ideas there... but the hard part is  not accumulating facts but putting them into practice.

Speaking of practising things... Big day today... ran a few errands... did a few MOPS things to get ready for tomorrow. Made sausage rolls, chucked them in the freezer and then hastily chopped up some chicken thigh fillets for a stir-fry.
Picked up the 9 year old from school at the usual time and then headed off to Homework Club where I read to an attentive audience The Emperor's New Clothes and Cat in the Hat... among other things.
I have a soft spot for Hans Christian Andersen's classic tale now that I see how stunningly perceptive a mere children's story has been about politics and history. Time and time again... all these fads have just swamped the imagination of political activists and elites which turn out to be empty doctrines that go nowhere.

But here's a great quote from the great C.S. Lewis I saw in my internet travels today:
I am a democrat [proponent of democracy] because I believe in the Fall of Man.
I think most people are democrats for the opposite reason. A great deal of democratic enthusiasm descends from the ideas of people like Rousseau, who believed in democracy because they thought mankind so wise and good that every one deserved a share in the government.
The danger of defending democracy on those grounds is that they’re not true. . . . I find that they’re not true without looking further than myself. I don’t deserve a share in governing a hen-roost. Much less a nation. . . .
The real reason for democracy is just the reverse. Mankind is so fallen that no man can be trusted with unchecked power over his fellows. Aristotle said that some people were only fit to be slaves. I do not contradict him. But I reject slavery because I see no men fit to be masters.
—C.S. Lewis, “Equality,” in Present Concerns (reprint: Mariner Books, 2002), p. 17.

Something to chew over as some of us head into election mode.

My neck's no good today... the shower I had an hour ago was just what the doctor ordered... but I feel knotted up around the neck and shoulder region. Too much computer time probably.
Bed is where I should be heading... It calllssssssssssss ussssssssssss... precioussssssss.

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